The Gourmet Giantess: Tiny Tapas, It’s What’s for Dinner!

The Gourmet Giantess.

Ginny was always a marvelous cook in her massive kitchen. She had gained the name around her giantess town as “The Butcher Babe.” There was no meat she couldn’t perfect. But recently she felt something was missing in her life. After discovering a cookbook about molecular gastronomy, she decided she had been working too big! Small-scale meals could be the key to making her stand out from the other giantesses! For this, she would have to venture out of the forest and into human civilization. After brewing a little potion, she made herself human-size and began her trek toward the bright lights and loud music of the big city. The city being the melting pot that it was, she knew she would have no trouble finding a variety of different cultures. This would in turn give The Gourmet Giantess an assortment of cuisines to experiment with!

The First Stop, A Polish Bar.

With a plethora of blondies to choose from, she opted for the one with a little extra cushioning. “He will bring so much flavor to my dish, I won’t even need extra butter!” She shrank him down right at the bar. No one even noticed because, well, they were drunk! Now just a pit stop at the store for some potatoes and cheese and The Gourmet Giantess would have all the staples for making the most delicious new variety of pierogis. “Hmmmm, maybe I should grab some of his friends, one pierogi would just be sad!” She went back, shrank the whole bar, popped them in her satchel, and began her search for the next course!

Upon Her Walk, She Noticed a Billowing Cloud of Smoke…

The Gourmet Giantess walked up to a group of gentlemen on their porch cursing while watching a soccer game. “Ooooo la la, they must be French!” They were so angry and full of passion…and nicotine. She realized those cigarette-filled airbags would be the perfect compliment to her take on smoked andouille sausage. A hint of smoke, and a certain Je nais se quoi! Shrink, shrink, shrinkity-shrink!  While her newest additions to her satchel wouldn’t quite pipe down, she knew it was nothing a little cleavage exposure and some wine couldn’t fix. After that it was nap city, and probably some wet dreams to boot!” Job well done, course number two check! Onto the next one. C’est la vie, my little friends!”

The Gourmet Giantess Just Needed One Last Dish!

She stumbled upon a group of men fighting, then hugging, then singing. She realized that for them, today would not be of a day of luck for these Irish fellas! A nice big savory dish to top off the entire chef’s tasting- Shepherds Pie!!!! One by one their bottles of whiskey smashed as their tiny hands could no longer grasp the weight. She scooped them up one at a time. She began ringing them out as some were soaked in booze. Then it dawned on her. “Flambé! I’ll keep some of these super soakers off to the side because dessert is most definitely in order!” She also picked one for her secret stash. “I’m always on the search for My Shrunken Valentine, after all!”

The Gourmet Giantess Began Her Trek Home.

Once back in her massive kitchen, she went straight to work! She got a little hungry halfway through and decided that a few shrunken snacks never hurt anybody! “Crunch, crunch, crunchy crunch!” Once she completed her culinary creations, she set the mood.  She lit some candles, set the giantess table, and turned on the NBA Finals. She then rang the bell and the vibrations of her fellow not-so-dainty dames made their way to her jolly dining hall, fit for a mammoth-sized Michelin star. The chef lifted her glass of unidentified red liquid to raise a toast “The Butcher Babe is back bitches!”

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